FOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOLD!!! FOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOLD!!!

FOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOLD!!! FOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOLD!!!

He just woke up. The sweat covered his body and his pulse was high. He had a dream about one of his stories which no one wanted to fold. And in his dream, the main character was

a brilliantly sharp, lanky man who looked rather like a pencil but couldn't write anything even if he wanted to. He drew a blank

- faced stick person on his paper. He needed to pass the time and he was not content with what he had so far, so he drew a

nice suit on the person, along with a lovely head of hair and pretty blue eyes. Suddenly it bit him.

He screamed in agony! Then realized it didn't actually hurt. Instead it tickled. It tickled and tickled and tickled until he peed his pants. Embarrassed in front of everyone he

loaded his machinegun and mowed down the entire crowd. No witnesses equals no embarrassment. He walked out awkwardly, trying to avoid his skin touching his soiled trousers and

Dead bodies that were surrounding him. He Realized that there was a better solution but he didn't care. He just wanted to not be seen all bloody or else he would be in jail

Until Auntie Flo bailed him out again. He knew she had threatened to cease bailing out her naughty nephew, who had already gotten 2 DUIs since being able to drive drunk.